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"But," said Lawless, not heeding the scene, "what about that sixth bullet?" "Holy, it is plain! Fingall did not fire the shot. His revolver was full, every chamber, when Cynthie first took it." "Who killed the lad?" "Can you not guess? There had been words between the father and the boy: both had fierce blood.
"Fingall!" broke out Pierre, and caught the kneeling man by the shoulder. At the sound of his voice the woman's eyes opened. "Fingall! Oh, Fingall!" she said, and reached up a hand. Fingall stooped and caught her to his breast: "Cynthie! poor girl! Oh, my poor Cynthie!" he said. In his eyes, as in hers, was a sane light, and his voice, as hers, said indescribable things.
Ask fer a bottle of brandy till we give him a bracer. Ned!" he called, as Carter slipped from the buggy, "see if ye kin kape the Misses from seein' the boss till the docthor comes. Git hould of the girl Cynthie, an' give her the tip that things is purty bad. Go on now; I'll drive slow wid wan hand." Mike's kindly precautions were of little avail. Mrs.
"Fingall!" broke out Pierre, and caught the kneeling man by the shoulder. At the sound of his voice the woman's eyes opened. "Fingall! Oh, Fingall!" she said, and reached up a hand. Fingall stooped and caught her to his breast: "Cynthie! poor girl! Oh, my poor Cynthie!" he said. In his eyes, as in hers, was a sane light, and his voice, as hers, said indescribable things.
I think he did not expect to stay; he seemed to be waiting for something always when the mail come in he would be there; and afterwards you wouldn't see him for a time. So it seemed to me that he made up his mind to think nothing of Cynthie, and to say nothing." "Fingall! Fingall! Oh, Fingall!" The strange, sweet, singing voice sounded nearer. "She's coming this way, Pierre," said Lawless.
Lawless could not bear to look long, for the fire that consumes a body and sets free a soul is not for the sight of the quick. At last she rose, her body steady, but her hands having that tremulous activity of her eyes. "Will you not stay, Cynthie?" asked Lawless very kindly.
Two men, lounging at a fire on a ledge of the hills, raised their eyes to the mountain-side beyond and above them, and one said presently: "The second time. It's a woman's voice, Pierre." Pierre nodded, and abstractedly stirred the coals about with a twig. "Well, it is a pity the poor Cynthie," he said at last. "It is a woman, then. You know her, Pierre her story?" "Fingall! Fingall! Oh, Fingall!"
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